Claudia
Sunday, April 21st, 2002How could I not see,
The clouds in your sky-blue eyes?
How was it, I missed
The love, as it flowed away,
Into our sad history?
Claudia, my love,
No day passes without you
Standing before me,
Head bowed, and eyes turned away
From the sadness I’d become.
How could I not see,
How far away we drifted
From the love we had,
When I fell into your sky-blue eyes?
Today, I see clouds,
Whenever my eyes open,
Knowing you’re not there;
Knowing no skies will ever
Be quite as blue as your eyes.